When i'm a sad panda, a mad panda, a brutally insecure panda, i'm set in a glass case of emotion which I generally solve by music and cow tipping. If not, i'll go cry my eternal tears of sorrow to the local christian youth group. Especially track 21.

Aren't we all though, dispatched mental vikings? Being happy though would pretty much signify the end of BallsToTheWall. No more spiteful comments, no more inspired reviews. This revelation could incite an apocalypse never seen before, of Dethklok like proportions nonetheless. It would be zazzy.